I follow the narrow beaten path

knowing not where it leads

the sound of quietness

is interrupted by the

soft shuffling of leaves

stirring by the whips of a

gentle breeze

glittering beams of sun light

simmer through the trees

the sound of little birds

chirp cheerfully

while occasional chipmonks

chatter at play

breaking the silence

with comical antics

ferns bend across the path

in delicate beauty

berry bushes tempt the pallets

of path walkers

the miracle of Nature

abounds all around

with the whispers of Angels

guiding the way